#erasernightmic

Warnings: Drink spiking, slight harassment, reader is a damsel in distress that gets saved by men, UGH.

Art by H0lyhandgrenade.

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You knew the two since high school; before you were pros, before you were teachers. Nine long years of studying, working, and going out together.

Last week had been no exception- until all of a sudden, it was. Your typical day, nightmare students with quirks out of control. How many times did you get called in to put a student causing disruptions to sleep? You couldn’t even recall. The hero course and UA as a whole was rowdy, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. The passion and energy were second to none. 

So, of course, when the students all went their separate ways for the afternoon, you were reapplying your lipstick, tugging on your dress, and pulling up your heels. Friday night with the boys, nothing quite like it. Karaoke, bar hopping, clubs and lights. Hizashi and you, the lives of the party, and Shota grumbling along, always the designated driver. You still caught glimpses of a small smile each night the three of you went out.

You were on your third drink when a drunk college student changed the three of your otherwise steady lives’ with a small accident. Dancing and having the time of their life, they roughly bumped against Hizashi’s back, who lurched forward and smashed his lips against Shota’s, who had just turned to see what the commotion was. Time seemed to slow as you saw the scene unravel. You sipped on your drink with a quirked eyebrow. This was about to get interesting. The student backed away, muttering an apology, waving their hands not wanting trouble. 

You always thought there was something between the two of them that perhaps even they hadn’t realized, something you had never really voiced except jokingly during a quiet, logical argument the two of them were having about what the best pet was, Hizashi cracking his voice at how enthusiastic he was to talk about parrots. 

“Ugh, the two of you should just fuck already, you’re clearly a couple,” you had said, hurling the extra plastic spoon Lunch Rush had accidentally given you at the outspoken boy. 

“That’s not… what this is,” he had muttered quietly, darting a glance over at Shota. Was he flustered? A blush across his cheeks? 

Shota had turned away with a ‘tch’, “- making it sexual, typical (Y/N),” in disgust at your proposal, but you couldn’t help but observe how uncomfortable he looked all of a sudden, the way he adjusted his legs a tad, looked down, and crossed his arms. You leaned in with interest.

So now, when this accidental ‘kiss’ happened, you were certainly intrigued as to what would follow. Shota was wide-eyed, and reflexively had his hands out to the side, as if to stop Hizashi- but he never did. His hands fell as Hizashi closed his eyes and didn’t pull away, and Shota did the same after a brief glance at you. No doubt he was being considerate of your presence, but knew you of all people wouldn’t be bothered by a kiss, and he surrendered to the moment. You could see it in his eyes as they rolled up, and he pressed his lips against Hizashi’s ever-so-slightly. 

-Just one thing though, you were surprised to see you did mind. When was the last time you had been kissed like that, so passionately, as if years of buildup for the moment? Mic slotted his lips against Shota’s, and one thing became another, and when Hizashi started tugging on Eraser’s hair, he grabbed his wrist and his eyes glowed, as if activating his quirk. “Not here,” he whispered. 

He quickly paid the bill, dropping off a tip and apologizing as a nicety to you with a bow. His gaze hovered a second too long on your drooping neckline, and he left you alone at the booth without a second glance, Hizashi all but rubbing up against him like a stray cat as they walked out, no doubt yapping about what just occurred. Well shit, where did that put you? What did that mean for your trio’s friendship?

You spent the remainder of that night restless, wondering what sort of shenanigans they were getting up to. No- not wondering, imagining. In a bit too much detail. You were supposed to be their friend, they were supposed to be friends! What was this? What if they broke up? What if they got married? Oh- so many thoughts!

The next few days went by like nothing happened, but you knew it did, and it was eating you alive. You didn’t sit next to them at lunch; they weren’t in the break room where you normally hung out. You supposed you should give the new couple space to be all lovey-dovey or whatever, but really, what was your social life like without them? Just some rambunctious high schoolers? You sighed. 

The rest of the week wasn’t any fun for you either. Once, Hizashi had approached you in the hallway, but you had ducked into the woman’s room until you were sure he would be gone. Why did you do that? How did you seriously just go out of your way to avoid one of your best friends? You tried to regain your composure, leaning against the cool tile wall to bring yourself back. You just couldn’t face this new gap between the three of you. It felt like something was missing. You knew it was them, the weight unsettling, like a bracelet or necklace you always wore suddenly gone, a different pair of shoes, something just so… wrong about it. They still texted you... sometimes, but that was about it. At a staff meeting, the two of them brushed hands together, and it was all anyone could talk about. 

When it was Friday, you weren’t sure if you should be sad, nervous, or excited to do your bar ritual without them. You dressed up, more so than usual, full face of makeup. Would you finally get flirted with, without the two guys everyone assumed one of which must have been your boyfriend? Would you be harassed by someone you had no interest in? Would you go home with someone who would turn out to be the love of your life? Sure. Let a gal hope.

The club was nothing special. You had a drink, watched some people dance, and left. Had you forgotten how to socialize without someone you knew being there with you? When was the last time you were walking the streets all alone like this? As a pro hero, it should have been laughable how concerned you were especially considering your quirk, having taken down countless bad guys, but here you were, still just a woman despite your powers. A villain could paralyze you; a giant knock you out with one blow.

The second bar, you spotted them. At least, you thought it was them, with how briefly you had looked over. How many black-and-yellow-haired male couples could there be in the city? You were a bit surprised to see them; why would they have chosen your typical spot? Old habits die hard, you supposed.

With a sigh, you ordered a couple shots, shuffling your legs around on the tall chair uncomfortably. You had grown used to the booths to accommodate your entire group. While waiting for the drinks, you went over to the bathroom, and when you came back, the bartender took one look at how droopy you were, and gave you an extra. Great. Getting drunk all alone with no one to talk to. You gulped them down. At least maybe this would give you some of your youth back, or at least the courage to talk to someone. 

You surveyed the scene. Couple. Couple. Too old. Couple. Not your type. Odd quirk. Couple. Friend group. You let out another sigh as the alcohol went into effect. No doubt you’d be drunk as hell in a few. 

Shit. What would you do without Shota to drive? It wasn't even something you had considered before the moment, he had always been there. Maybe you could go over and ask ever-so-nicely- no. You wouldn’t. They were on a date. Who were you to interrupt that? You’d need to pay for a ride.

“Say, miss, what are you doing all alone on a night like this, if it’s ok to ask? You should be out with friends. No doubt someone like you has plenty of options,” the bartender shone a glass.

You shifted your chest, one boob riding up with your dress. “Well, ya know, a guy I liked decided he liked another guy I liked instead of me, I guess,” you spoke truthfully with a sigh. It was all you could do to keep from looking over at them, and it was the first time you had admitted you liked them out loud. After so many drinks, you were sure to have a loose tongue, but something was different. The way you swayed dizzily, the way heat crept up your tits, the burning in your stomach. Tired, you were so tired all of a sudden, and you knew how to keep down your alcohol! You were acting like this was your first ever shot! What the hell?

“Sounds like you should go out with someone else instead. Say, you could come over to mine and I’m sure we could have a great time.” You looked up, woozy. What was his quirk? A purple cloud, misty haze surrounded him. Glowing yellow eyes. Mysterious, perhaps attractive, but too difficult to tell under all the blanket of unusual fog. The face of someone familiar almost seemed to peer back through the haze, and he took a step back, as if he had been stung, knocking over the glass he had just shone. Was that even real, or were you hallucinating? You weren’t that desperate. What the hell were you even doing here? The two men you wanted to be with were behind you, and you doubted you’d be able to find anyone to rival them anytime soon. You should head home before you did anything reckless.

The bartender pressed a hand against yours, and you yanked yourself away from the touch. “I’m surprised you're still conscious. It must be your quirk,” he said, and pressed a small button on the table. Your mind was muddled, but you knew something was terribly off. Whatever was going on, it was suspicious. He came around front and held the back of your dress and neck, trying to drag you out of the bar. What the hell? You hadn't done anything! You jerked yourself away, but he was too strong, and held tight.

The people nearby fell asleep due to your quirk that you released in your confusion, just in case, but the purple man seemed unaffected. To onlookers, it may seem you were just getting kicked out of the bar for some reason or another. Panicking, you attempted to kick the man, but were met with mist, and when you did manage to find his body, it was metal. Clearly you wouldn't be able to stop him. What type of quirk would possibly be something like this? 

“Get the hell off me you asshole! Don’t you know who I am?” you yelled. What could you do? Anything you said just played into the whole ‘getting kicked out’ aspect. You had not felt this powerless in years. There was nothing you could do but pout and kick, despite it damaging you more than him. You bit back a sob as you felt yourself falling into whatever he had slipped into your drink, drooping limp, your eyelids flopping down, all the fight draining out of you.

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“Excuse me, I think you may have our friend there,” Aizawa said, tapping the wispy being on his ‘shoulder’, if you could even call it that. He pulled up his white, buttoned sleeves, and slugged the man in the face. He staggered back, and with a pop and fading mist, he disappeared, leaving Yamada to jump in and catch you before you hit the ground. You were on the edge of existence, mumbling and unseeing.

“The one day we’re not out with you, you get drugged and nearly kidnapped? Seriously, think she’ll learn it’s better with us instead of going off on her own someday?” Hizashi glanced up with a sad smile, and Shota said nothing, looking you over carefully. He hadn’t seen you so done up since prom night, where you had gone as ‘just friends’. That hadn’t stopped the two of you from making out in the back of his car until Yamada was ready to leave as well. He had nearly forgotten that time, how could he have forgotten that, even after all the years? Neither of you had ever brought it up again, but it was one of the significant moments you had.

“Fuhhhhh, did I ruin your date? You guyzzzzzzzzzz goin steaaady? You two were literally… like, made for each other,” you felt your words a mess, unable to keep your thoughts in your own brain. Shota started to haul you out, grabbing you under your arms and dragging.

“I'm glad you think that,” he chuckled back.

“We tried, and it's going great, really, I’m grateful we reached this new level. Just one thing is missing-” started Hizashi, but he was cut off by a silencing glare from Shota.

“You,” he said simply.

“Now’s not the time,” Shota groaned, maneuvering you down the stairs.

“You seriously think she’s going to remember this, Sho? Look at her, she can’t even talk straight,” Hizashi muttered with a jerk of his chin down at you.

“Not a bit, ‘zashi,” he chuckled. “-reminds me of when we first started college.”

“Arewe gonna have a threesome? You guys are HAWt,” you slurred, and Hizashi’s legs buckled as he let out a hysterical laugh, doubling down. A few passerbys and you winced and covered their ears, and Shota grunted at the full weight of your upper half all-of-a-sudden. 

“We’re carrying her, remember?” he hissed.

“Right. MY BAD. Sorry,” Mic picked your legs back up, and they chided you into the backseat, Hizashi holding you up straight and combing his fingers through your hair, looking down at you with a soft expression.

Shota turned on the car and drove in silence, reminiscent of when the three of you had driven together more often, getting snacks after classes and heading to the mall. 

By the time Shota parked, you had already been peacefully sleeping for ages in Hizashi's arms, and he was quietly annoyed that they had to move you inside instead of just staying that way forever.

Despite their salary, they had always decided to split apartments, even the large one where they currently resided “to keep costs down”, which now you thought was absolute B.S., there had to be something more behind it.

After a bit of debating, they decided to tuck you into the guest bedroom; because who knows how much of the night you’d remember, or actually would have consented to sharing. Although one thing was quietly for sure between the two of them, the thought was silently buzzing around in both of their heads like a wasp about to sting. What the future of your group looked like would depend on what happened when you woke up.

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING KUROGIRI A CREEP FR HE'S SUCH A GENTLEMAN, I was thinking more along the lines of “he’s kidnapping people for AFO” than he was going to do anything crazy himself. “A day in the life of Midnight ahh story” Keyword: Hizashi Yamada x Shota Aizawa x Reader

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So anyways I like to imagine that when Tensei still lived with his parents, Mic would visit sometimes. Unfortunately, this meant that Mic, the biggest asshole on earth who LOVES to bully children, was in the same general presence as Tenya. 

Tenya very quickly learned to hate Yamada Hizashi’s fucking guts. 

Fast forward years later. Tensei has long since moved out of his parents’ house, and so Tenya barely even remembers that friend of his brother that he used to hate as a kid. After all, with Tensei gone, Hizashi had no reason to ever visit the Iida household anymore. 

Tenya doesn’t remember what the guy looked like, not even his name. He just remembered hating him. But it doesn’t matter! Because now, Tenya is on the road to heroism, and his focus should be—

Tenya meets eyes with his English teacher, Present Mic, and for reasons unknown to him, he is immediately filled with frothing, burning rage. 

He doesn’t know why. He was fine during the entrance exam, but now seeing this man up close is making him irrationally violent and he wants to charge up his engines and kick the man’s teeth in. It’s a struggle to sit down and not move for the entirety of the class. It’s impossible for him to hide the fervent death glares he sends towards his teacher. 

Before the implementation of the dorms, Midoriya Inko gets caught up in a villain fight and ends up severely injured, going into a coma. UA needs to quickly decide how to handle Izuku’s custody, as he’s been repetitively targeted by villains, and placing him with a regular family is extremely dangerous for his safety. 

Yamada, sleep deprived and not thinking clearly, volunteers to be Izuku’s temporary guardian. Aizawa tries to point out that Mic has three fucking jobs and rarely sleeps as is, but the radio host brushes off his concerns. That’s what coffee’s for, silly!

(Aizawa hates that this man is such a high-functioning insomniac. That’s not supposed to be possible, the asshole.)

Anyways a week into the temporary guardianship, Mic walks into the teacher’s lounge with black bags under his eyes that are unfortunately impossible to hide with foundation and sunglasses, and sit Nemuri and Aizawa next to each other. They both believe they know what Mic is about to say, but are shocked to hear the man ask them “how weird it would be to wake up from a coma and have a pro hero ask for dual custody of your son.”

Both Midnight and Aizawa 100% thought Mic was going to cave and ask for help. The man bullies students like it’s his lifeblood. He looks like he’s been run over by a truck. What on earth did Midoriya do?

(The answer is both Yamada and Midoriya sat through the entire weekend going through their analysis books and comparing notes and having in-depth conversations about the Hero Industry, media, police and hero brutality, support gear, villain psychology, propaganda, and other topics. They did not sleep more than three hours total that weekend.)

Nem:

- hard dom. I cannot see her subbing for anybody tbh

- switch, tho she really enjoys pegging her boys

- likes being called mistress/ma'am but hates being called mommy

- sadomasochist. Prefers to do the sadism but also really enjoys guiding her boys through hurting her <3

- honestly prefers to use toys during play/not a huge fan of penetration (on her)

- was the one who introduced shō to bdsm after making jokes about his capture weapon

- bisexual

Zashi:

- switch, tho is usually a sub. he does like domming shō, especially if Nem watches/guides him

- into more extreme bdsm, massive painslut, loves to give and dish out pain. I can imagine him being into CBT tbh, though shō either has to be there to erase his quirk or he has to be gagged c:

- he 100% gets piercings that Nem makes him get, his dick *is* pierced (this is a hill I'll die on)

- bisexual

Shō:

- sub/bottom, people think he's a top but he's not

- drops heavy into subspace, big fan of petplay (give him cat ears and a tail plug and he'll drop faster than you can say good boy)

- a big fan of bondage, but! doesn't get to get as in to it as he wants to/has to modify it because of chronic pain (after USJ, his body got major messed up)

- gay/aro